One Thousand and Eighty: Meng's Death (7)

Feng Jue and Nie Xun remained silent.

Jiang Pengji said, "What danger is there in Bogao? If you insist on following one, let Xiaowei Meng follow."

"My lord—"

Li Yun hesitated for a moment, then secretly glanced at Meng Hun with complicated expressions, and took a step back.

Meng Hun clasped his fists at Li Yun, with gratitude in his eyes.

Before leaving, Meng Heng glanced at Jiang Pengji hesitantly, with a bit of pleading in his eyes.

No matter how Meng Zhan treats him, Meng Heng can disregard Meng Zhan's life and death, but he doesn't want to watch him die with his own eyes.

However, Jiang Pengji did not agree.

"Father and son, send him all the way."

Meng Heng said, "Here."

Nie Xun, who was on the side, felt a little cold when he heard these two lines of conversation.

Is this person going to force Meng Heng to kill his father himself?

Feng Jue said, "The dungeon is dark and damp, how about having someone bring the prisoner out?"

"No, I'll go and see for myself. I haven't seen what the dungeon looks like yet."

As Feng Jue said, the environment in the dungeon is very harsh, the air is filled with foul-smelling water vapor, and there are mice escaping in the dark.

The temperature in the dungeon was much lower than outside, and as soon as I stepped into the dungeon, a chilly air rushed over my face, making me feel uncomfortable all over.

Jiang Pengji walked ahead without changing her expression, and Feng Jue led her to a certain relatively clean cell in the dungeon.

"Meng Zhan is living a good life these days. I thought he would suffer a lot when he came to the dungeon."

The size of this cell is very large, with a visual estimate of 100 square meters.

There are everything from mats, tea tables, food tables and Gong barrels.

Feng Jue opened the door of the prison, and some movement alarmed Meng Zhan in the cell.

When he heard Jiang Pengji's voice, he guessed the identity of the person coming.

It's funny to say, he has hated Liu She's father and daughter for many years, and has been trying to get revenge, but he has never even met the person involved.

"Uncle Meng, it's the first time we've met, right?"

Jiang Pengji signaled Feng Jue and the others to back off, avoiding the conversation between her and Meng Zhan, leaving Meng Hun by her side alone.

Meng Zhan combed his white hair neatly, and wiped his cheeks with warm water. There was no trace of stain or greasyness, and he was far more energetic than before. It's just that he is aging too fast, his complexion is unhealthy gray, his eye sockets are deeply sunken, he looks old and pitiful.

Although his spirit is not good, his appearance is well dressed.

The jade crown hangs high, the crow-blue Confucian shirt is worn on the body, the spine is straight, and the elegant demeanor of the youth can be barely seen.

Meng Zhan raised his head, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked carefully at Jiang Pengji, "You still have the nerve to call me Uncle Meng?"

"Although Uncle Meng broke up with my father, but you are the ex-husband of your concubine. Calling uncle, this is also the etiquette that juniors should have."

Meng Zhan sneered calmly, "Kill my dear son, your etiquette is really considerate——"

Jiang Pengji's expression didn't change, but she asked with a sneer, "Uncle Meng knows your good son, what did Meng Ting do back then? He even hit his aunt on the head with lust, as a son of man, how could he not be angry? My aunt is not only my father's step-wife, but also my mother's concubine sister. I can't even condone your concubine to bully him due to emotion and reason. In addition, Meng Ting and his cronies sneaked into the river by means of disguise. In the backyard of the common people, defile innocent women of good families and boudoirs—Meng Ji’s death, there is more than one to blame—”

When Gu Zhen was mentioned, Meng Zhan's expression moved slightly, and soon he became calm again.

"So what? I'm stubborn, just change it. It's a big disaster, I, my father, taught him—"

It's not new for Meng Ting and his friends to use disguise techniques to sneak into other people's backyards and bully women. Meng Zhan has wiped his ass so many times. He was also very angry with this child's behavior, but what can he do? The only bloodline, who is he not carrying around?

Jiang Pengji laughed angrily, "Uncle Meng said something in the living room?"

Meng Zhan raised his eyebrows, "What are you talking about?"

"If you can't discipline your own son well, then don't blame others for educating him. I think Meng Que is hopeless, so I send him a ride. Uncle Meng knows,

How did I kill Meng Ji? Slit his wrist, bled him to death—”

Even though Meng Zhan was self-cultivated enough, he couldn't restrain his anger when he heard his son-killing enemy mention how to kill his son in front of him.

"Are you very angry?" Jiang Pengji smiled, "There will be more angry ones, do you want to listen?"

Meng Zhan sneered, "As expected of Liu She Gu Minsheng's daughter, the stepdaughter taught by Gu Zhen, is really vicious and shameless."

"It can't compare to you. If this junior has the success power of Uncle Meng, he will have no regrets in this life."

The atmosphere was tense, and Meng Hun, who was on the side, stared at Meng Zhan—the former old club—with murderous eyes—he didn't expect that after many years, Meng Zhan would not have the slightest remorse. Meng Zhan's son is a son, but other people's wives and children are not human?

"Liu Lanting, did you come here just to quarrel with the old man?" Meng Zhan snorted coldly, his face was covered with old wrinkles, but his eyes were full of energy, "If your method is only like this, I advise you, don't let it go." It’s embarrassing in front of the old man.”

Jiang Pengji crossed her arms and sat opposite Meng Zhan.

She said, "It's not that the younger generation doesn't want to take it out, it's just that Uncle Meng can't stand it."

Meng Zhan's expression darkened.

Meng Heng and his group stood far away, they couldn't hear what Jiang Pengji and Meng Zhan said, but the atmosphere was worrying.

"Uncle Meng's body is sick, so it's extremely difficult to conceive a woman, right?"

Jiang Pengji changed her sitting position, with a casual sneer on her face.

"What do you want to say?"

"This matter is related to a man's dignity. Naturally, it must be kept a secret. Except for you and your confidant, the imperial medical officer, almost no one knows." Jiang Pengji ignored him, and said to herself, "When my aunt married you, there was Was attacked by a group of bandits, although there was no danger, he was rescued in the end, and the wedding went on as usual. However, the bride was not successful that night, and my uncle helped to cover it up."

Meng Zhan was able to listen calmly at first, but the more he listened, the more something went wrong.

Only he knew many details about what happened back then, but Jiang Pengji spoke in such detail, as if she had seen it with her own eyes.

"After more than a month, my aunt was found to be pregnant. The pregnancy time was about the night of the wedding. Uncle Meng was in poor health, so I was not confident about it. You saw the picture of my aunt getting along with people again. The parentage of the fetus casts doubt—"

Meng Zhan interrupted her with a sneer.

"It's not a doubt, Meng Heng's bastard doesn't belong to the old man." He will never forget the shame of the green hat, the newlywed wife communicates privately with others, and when he said this, he suddenly said with emotion ,"what a pity--"

Jiang Pengji frowned, "What a pity?"

A fierce look flashed across Meng Zhan's face, "It's a pity that Zhongzhao's Four Books for Women came out too late, if it was twenty or thirty years earlier—"

Before the Fourth Nvshu appeared, the social atmosphere was still very open.

It is not a big deal for a woman to raise her face, and it is not serious to lose her virginity before marriage.

Meng Zhan also really likes Gu Zhen, otherwise he would not take the initiative to ask for a concubine's daughter, and he even persuaded his best friend Liu She to help intercede.